DEPENDING ON DEATH

Death seems
far and near.

Thoughts of death
leave us quaking in
our shoes; heads bowed
eyes squeezed tight.

Please God let it
be the other one;
not my turn yet.

Serving God;
not in paradise,
how about Paramus.

My brother laid
out in his casket,
smiling, yet the body was lifeless.

Everything that we are
is invisible.
Everything that is visible
isn't who we are.

Like going off the high
board; through the air
praying to splash safely into
another world.

I am depending on death
to be all that the mystery
portends.